Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-01-14

Charl,-. in Il state of distraction, had
flown of 10 tn town for medical A.
>i-tancc: and Mr.. Cleveland vulrn-
trcrcd To 20 forward ana prel are Mrs
DAlrl nipple.
Mrs. palrlmple was in one of the
olI-fa~ hioMd >iItin@-room- of ,hr
Gran-r, with her daughters. Cd
fashioned Us regarded lis construction.
and It's carved oak pancllin~, dark a.
mahogany; handsome and modern IL
regarded its furniture and tittings-up.
Mrs. Dalrymple, an agreeable woman
of three or iour-and-fOrty. had risen,
and was bending over the tamb0Ur-
work of their visitor, Miss Lynn. tell
inc her it was too dusk to do mere
then; Selma Dairymple was irving Il
piece of new music. talking and laugh
lnr at the same time; and Alice Dial
rymplc, lame and an invalid. was on
her reclining sofa, near the window.
Here i MIR Cleveland by himself.
exclaimed Alice. seeing HIM pass. Il
wonder where the others are.
Mrs. Dalrymple raised her head. and
went. in her simple, hospitable fash
ion. to open the hall door. Putting ii
back for Mr.. Cleveland Is approach. She
retreated just inside the oak parlor.
What a long day you have had"
she exclaimed, as he came in after her.
II think you must be tired. Where
are the others?'
They are behind" replied Mr.
Cleveland. He had been thinking, a.
he came along. that he would make
light of the accident, at the first telling:
quite joke Of it; SO as to prepare
them without alarm. I'VE have baggrG
such quantity. Mrs. Dalrynple; and
your husband has asked me to dinner
and is going to accommodate me with
a coat. as well. OH but talking OF
bagging, and dinner. and coats. hope
you have plenty of hot water in the
house: baths, and all the rest of it.
One OF us has hurt his Ter, and we may
want no end of hot wafer to wash il.
That is Charles. know" said Sc
lima. ''lIe is always getting into some
scrape. Look what he did at Lee
last week.
mo; it is not Charles, for once
Guess again"
us it Oscar?"
Oscar interposcd Alice. from her
sofa. Oscar is too cautious to get
into hurt"
Then who is it?" cried Mrs. Dal-
rymplc. looking up. as it much?'
" hat should you say to its being
me?" said MIR. Cleveland. sitting down
and stretching out one leg. as if it We're
stiff, and he could not bend it.
80, dearr uttered Mrs. Dalrymple,
running forward with footstool.
chow did it happen? You ought not
to have walked home"
mo-" said he, .'my leg is all right
1t is Dalrymple; he has hurt his Il lit
tie"
How did he do itp Is it the kneee
Did he fall?' was reiterated around.
1T is nothing" interrupted Mr..
Cleveland. "But we would not let him
walk home. And | came on to tell
you, lest you should be alarmed at sec
ing him brought
brought" said Mrs. Dalrymple.
GLOW do you mean? Who is bringing
him?'
Hardy and Farmer Lee. suppose,
left to himself, he would have been
for rlxlning all the way here. and leap
ing the bitches over the shortest cut, so
we just made him lie down on a mat
tress, and they are carrying it. Miss
Judith supplied u.s."
HAS he sprained his Lego"
NO" carelessly returned Mr.. Clevc-
land. "He has managed to get a little
shot into it; but -"
"Shot"' interrupted Mrs. Dalrym-
pie, in a frightened tone "Shot!r'
''lt is nothing, l assure you, said Mr..
Cleveland. "A very slight wound. He
will be out with us in week again. ="
40, Mr.. Cleveland" she family ut
tered, lyon have quite upset me. Is
it serious?"
"Serious! Don't you see how merry
am? The most serious part is the
trowsers. Oscar, in his alarm, like
you, as to seriousness, decapitated their
leg at the knee. They will never be
fit to wear again." added Mr.. Cleve-
land, with a grave face.
1--WE will turn them over to Charles
stock" said Selma. Il am sure, what
with one random action or another,
half his clothes are in ribbons"
"How was it donc?" inquired Alice.
IAN accident" replied Mr. Clevc-
land. Zone never does know too well
how such occur"
1--WE must send for DOCTOR" OBJ
served Mrs. Dalrymple, rising hastily.
'However slight it may be, shall not
know how to treat it."
do not trouble yourself. We
thought of that, and Charles is gone
for Forth. Isuppose his bed is ready.
Mrs. Dalrymple? He should be laid
there at once. Better be on the safe
side"
Mrs. Dalrymple quilted the room
Mr.. Cleveland also quilted it, and went
to the hall-door, and stood there, look
ing out, his hands in the pocket of his
velveteen coat. Some one came quiet
ly up, and stood by him; it was Selma
Dalrymple, trembling.
"My. Cleveland, she whispered, els
it not worse than you have sail?
think you have been making light OF i,
to us. Pray tell me the truth; you
know am not excitablc, like Alice"
my dear, made light of it, in one
sense, because wished to prevent I'M
necessary alarm. But / assure you, /
don't think there is any serious hurt"
WAS it his own gun that went OFF,"
"No."
"Whose?"
"Charles'."
"Oh! But 1 might have told it,"
she added, her shocked tone giving
place to one of anger. "Charles is
guilty OF carelessness every day of his
life-wanton carelessness."
He is careless" replied Mr.. Cleve-
land, 'but he has good heart, and is
always SO sorry for his faults
Eyes. His life is made up of careless
actions and repentance. How dread
full to reflect that he should have shot
papa!"
''Do not speak of it in that aspect,
my. dear. believe it will prove but a
triiling hurt. But to see him borne
here on q mattress, like dead man, q
leg of his pantaloons cut off and his
own leg bandaged up, might have
frightened some of you into illness, so
l came to prepare you. Selma, were l
you, would draw the curtains before
the window. They will soon be here,
and little thing flurries Alice. And
do not let her run out here. when they